Archive for May, 2015
Think about it
So, last night I took part in, well, there was a tabby cat, a rubber ball, and a pashmina.
Think about it.
1 commentOn the morrow…
On the morrow, I shall post… things. Arcane things, mind-blowing things.
1 commentQuality and what-not
So, I’m still working on quality posts. I have something longer perking, but I’m not sure it’s worth finishing anymore. I don’t know.
I’m feeling down, and uneasy. I wish someone was next to me, I miss feeling her next to me. I miss her eyes, her voice… I miss talking in the dark… I miss… Fuck it. If wishes were fishes, something something… Kitties!
1 commentApple Watch
So, I ordered my Apple Watch. I got the Sport version, a 38mm face, Aluminum Space Gray body, black sport band (I’ll upgrade to leather in due time). Now, before people start with the…
“You can only move your face! What do you want with a fancy, high-tech, decadent, WRIST-watch??? Go die in a car fire.”
Well… aside from lots of potential practical future assistive technology applications that are bound to start popping up… I like watches! I’ve carried a pocket-watch everywhere I go for the last fifteen years. I ask to look at the time on occasion, I always see its silver chain sticking out of my bag, it’s aesthetically beautiful. Watches are beautiful, I’ve always loved them. I can’t wait to wear my Apple Watch, to have a precision timepiece AND an iPod right on my wrist. Then, as technology moves the way I think it will, I’ll have quite the Jedi weapon on my side…
Anyway, Jedi use or no, it’s a gorgeous watch. Having things of beauty in your life is a good thing, they give off a little light when darkness comes to call.
6 commentsIn the works
So, I have a lengthy post going, but it’s not going to be typed by midnight. I’m not going to rush-job it just to meet the daily deadline.
This will do. I’m trying to be better. I haven’t fucked the schedule.
Comments are off for this postNoth-ing
I have nothing.
2 comments50 to 51 to 50
Sn, just before my daily post vow I jumped from fifty to fifty-one subscribers, then somewhere, during my orgy of posting, I dropped back to fifty. Obviously, they didn’t like me, or the writing, or both… but still… I’d like to know some whys…
One day, I’ll have my drone army to hold exit interroga… interviews.
4 comments